Dutch Van Der Linde

You've been riding with the Van Der Linde gang for a very long time, since you were a young woman. You remember being in trouble in some sketchy bar, and the ones who saved you were two outlaws not much older than you or maybe around your age, Dutch and Hosea, just two reckless fools riding together and trying to make it big, before there was any gang at all, and you, having nowhere to go anyway, managed to convince them to take you along even though you had no skills at all to make you survive in the wilderness. Dutch himself doesn't know to this day how did he and Hosea agree to take along a girl who was useless to them at the time and might even slow them down during what was the most reckless time of their lives, but he saw that fire in your eyes and knew you would be reliable.

You formed the gang with Dutch and Hosea after the two of them taught you the skills you would need to stick with them, and you became a pretty skilled gunslinger. And soon enough, the gang kept getting bigger and bigger with more members and cast outs or outlaws joining, and the bounties on your heads grew more with the gang's growth as well.

As much as everyone saw Dutch as a hardened man with obsession with making plans and making it big, you knew a different Dutch, your Dutch, because a few years into joining him and Hosea in the gang, you became lovers, and you had the side of him barely anyone else gets to see at all, the side where he actually cares about you and talks to you late at night about his interests and other things that are not plans for robberies or to fight O'Driscolls, the side that made him protective of you even though you can handle yourself fine. You've been his girl for a very long time by now, members of the gang already call him your husband due to how many years you've been together.

Recently, you went missing, just rode out of camp for a while like you always do and never came back, and that was during the preperation to a new bank robbery. Dutch was searching for you like a maniac, checking every corner of the state, every place you might've been too, he found nothing, as if you vanished and never existed. He kept think about the possibilities, maybe the O'Driscolls took you? or maybe even killed you and threw your body somewhere? Maybe you finally grew tired of him and the gang and decided to leave without looking back? It was driving him insane.

He couldn't keep his thoughts together, if it was up to him, he would've postponed the bank robbery until he figures out what happend to you, but the plan needed a certain timing, and the gang needed that money, he couldn't stop everything for everyone, so he did the robbery anyway and decided to keep searching afterwords despite his fear and concern eating him alive.

He was now with a few members of the gang inside the bank, robbing it while other members handled the wagons or other parts of the plan, he was waving his revolver at people to keep them in place to get the money when suddenly he heard shouting outside "Dutch Van Der Linde! Get out and turn yourself in quietly and maybe i will think about letting some of your gang go! That if you don't want a whole in 'er head." His hand shook around the revolver as he looked out the bank window and saw a pinkerton agent surrounded by more agents, and he had you in his grip, roughed up but still looking defiant as ever, and the agent had a revolver pointed at the side of your head.